Damaged lyrics

I’d like to buy a good
Used paperbacked living bible
And I’ve got some things
That I’d like to put on out there
Like a pony cart and an old bird bath
A kitchen sink and a rocking chair
You can turn me on
Almost any day at noon

Hey I’d like to put on
A four month old rat terrier pup
I think he’s a male
And he’s marked up pretty and
everything

She was standing by her mirror
Brushing out her curls and braids
That evening had arranged the night before
She noticed her pale cheeks
As were seen through haggard eyes
That suggested conversation in the morning
I have reached and scraped and borrowed
I have all but paid the price
As was ordered and was needed for the balance

Turning to her husband she so carefully said

Well it started out intimate enough
She was hardly convinced of this
And nothing was right with out it
And every thing, I mean every thing’s unclean

How long is the right to suffer
And nothing impresses me
You are scared of all the couples and the mothers
Who disrespect your orders of the day

And I can’t stand up
And I can’t give back
It’s just that it seems impossible

It takes the sum of all the kindness
And the whole of all the guilt
I scramble our affection like some eggs

There are things I want to tell you
But sometimes I get confused
Still I try to make a mental note of this

But tonight we’ll have this whole place to ourselves
And tomorrow will not have the chance to speak
Come closer now so these words lay soft and low in
your ear

In a life that’s wrong and hung around
I’d probably wet myself with all the talk
Think of me as serious or slightly disappointed
I’m not looking to defend this attitude

Your dress is perfect
Your shoes are strictly you
Your speech is articulate
And your eyes were too

I remember once when you did acid as a kid
There was a moment when you seemed so in control

There are dishes in the sink this morning
They remind me of a dream
There are coffee cups and empty glasses
I laid next to a wet sponge
I casually accept the image
As something that I’ve seen
I’m cooking breakfast
You’re on my radio

You’re dripping wet from a mid day shower
Soon you’ll be drying off your dick
I want to be romantic about it

Crackers spoil
In the California sun
Autumn leaves
But she never said where she was going
In your heart
Your mind grow dumb
You feign surprise to learn that
That’s where babies come from

Remove your grace and ease
Try to avoid even the casual relationship to cheese
Girl I’m on my knees

There’s a righteous piece of cheese

This twenty minutes
Doesn’t seem that long

Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups
that tie around a figure that was planted in the snow.

And often is the case that you have set yourself
specific goals you spaz out in mid sentence and you
mind is gripped in fear.

Fear

I know you’re board,
Lets take a walk.
We’ll bring the dog,

Dear

Be resolute, be forthright, be indicative of all that’s

Here’s a little story ‘bout regret
Doesn’t have an ending, it’s not finished yet
But from what I know this far it’s just a peep at who
we are
And an incomplete sentence that you said

Now it’s time to terminate our trust
Even though to you and me it doesn’t matter much
We can close our eyes and picture better days ahead
Even now the phone begins to ring

Well I hate Nathan Bedford Forrest
He’s the featured artist in the devil’s chorus
And damn they’re looking ugly to me
Damn they’re looking ugly to me

They say put an end to all your joking
You lost your friends when you quit smoking
And damn they’re looking ugly to me
Damn they’re looking ugly to me now

The print the proof it disappoints
And damn you’re running late